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Patrizia burst out laughing at what I said and shook her head. "When do you plan to end your relationship with him? He is useless anyway. I have never seen the shadow of that since you two arrived here." Patrizia said while busy typing on her cell phone. "Before I return to Paris, I will end our relationship." I assure Patrizia. He looked at something not far away and suddenly grinned. "Do you want a new target?" Patrizia said that made me raise my eyebrows. I turned to where she was looking and saw a familiar man.

all over again. The End.

The Aftermath The sun emerged into the sky above Paris, flooding the damaged Syndicate headquarters with gold light. Tatel had seen it chip away at Maya, had seen her gradually harden into a stranger. Zane came up next to her, quiet for a second. Then— “It’s over.” Maya exhaled. “Is it?” she whispered. Zane studied her. “No,” he admitted. “Not yet.” But for now? For now, they had won. His breath caught as Maya faced him, her voice unwavering. “What happens next?”

“Bring the ‘key’ with you to Paris. We will settle this once and for all at the de Montfort family estate.” Mavric clenched his fists tightly. This war was far from over. Their enemies had just made their cruelest move yet: using the lives of their parents as the final bargaining chip. END OF CHAPTER 144.

Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

That all ends. Because now, the entire world knows. END OF BOOK II

Cole exchanged a glace with Alistair and Ivy before sighing in defeat and moving away from Paris. Paris finally met my eyes, his blue orbs holding a kind of emotion I couldn’t read, before he nodded his head. Heading over to Ivy’s chair, he placed his bag on it before placing his cell phone inside his pocket and then he went to give Ivy a hug, which she returned immediately. “Be careful, my son.” I heard her whispering as she let Paris go unwillingly. Finally, he turned to face me. “Let’s go.” I told him before heading straight out the front door.

I never thought I would marry him, and I certainly never believed he would settle down for me. But that day, he kneeled in front of me with a sincerity I had never seen before. "Mimi, as long as I'm alive, I'll only ever love you," he said. "Trust me. If I ever change, may the gods punish me by death." Eight years had passed. Francesco was still very much alive, and yet he had long forgotten his promise. Regret filled his eyes as he met my gaze. I smiled, finally relieved. "Thank God I figured it out before it was too late. Now I can finally let you go."

FELIX ------ It had been a week since Paris, Rafael and I had that encounter outside the library. I was so quick to assume Paris was late that I didn’t even try to listen to her. The security guard had to tell me that she was actually an hour and half earlier than I was, I didn’t even notice the clean office, arranged files and the coffee in her hand. I was too busy trying to be rude to her. Later on, I was told there was a camera and a recorder in my office other than the ones we install.